The second fool is an ant.
The day I ovulated, the baby in the next yard also fell to the ground.
His name is Chenmo. A person destined to be ordinary. You can study, you can fail, you can grow old, you can die - a particle of dust, a bubble.
In my previous life, I was a practitioner, Xuan Zhenzi, who was wiped out by heaven for spying on heaven's secrets.
Dust and foam are the cause and effect of my three lives. In the first life, he was my apprentice; in the second life, I was the ant beside him; in the third life, half of the ant blood was hidden in his genes.
He is the only key to the "supercomputer" of the earth.
What I didn't know was that from the day I met him, the entire universe's chess game was like the first domino being knocked over.
He squatted in the corner to watch me move, and he could predict heavy rains.
I used pheromones to "write" his name in his schoolbag, and the whole village was shocked.
He was bullied by his classmates, and I led the ant colony to avenge him.
He failed to start a business and was heavily in debt. I used my tentacles to feel people's hearts and help him avoid all traps.
He is not ordinary. I'm not just an ant either.
In this world, there are also ant guardians, termite councils, awakened AI swarms, and "harvesters" from higher dimensions - they regard low-dimensional life as crops, and we are ears of wheat waiting to be harvested.
The law enforcers of heaven are after me. Because I shouldn't exist.
But I lived a hundred years. With eighty years of companionship, I have witnessed the life of an ordinary person. Use pheromones to carve his memory into the ant tribe's epic.
Later generations called it - "Xuan Yi Tongjian".
The story itself that you and I read... Don't you think it looks like the nest of some larger ant?
An ant's hundred years of loneliness, a mortal's eternity.
